Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,001 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Tears Of Oil Crushed Myrrh - Poem by Mark Heathcote

My love is fraying away
Unpicked threads daily
Unravelling her endless yarns
Talking almost incessantly
My love is now unstitching
-Every past argument we've had.
"There are times it is enriching,

…She is driving me quite mad".
I think O God, I love her…

Then, I wait for her deft sigh!
Tears of oil crushed myrrh
Ask how why you made me cry.
It's then I gently kiss her
-When she's feeling more - demure.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 15, 2016


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